More than anything, I love to sit out on our steps outside. Something about watching the beautiful world God's created and thanking Him for it is so relaxing. I'm probably the only one in my family whose noticed this, but on our back steps, there's a shape where the cement is a different, lighter shade. A shape of a heart. It's not a perfect shape of a heart--the corners aren't perfectly round, it's a rather plump heart, and to some it may seem more like a blob of cement than a heart. But to me, even with all of its deformities, it's a perfect heart, because it reminds me of the perfect love Jesus has for us. Though the cement heart has corners that aren't perfectly round, it reminds me of Jesus, taking our punishment for us. He was beaten, whipped, nailed, and scorn upon. Much like the cement heart, I'm sure His body wasn't a perfect sight after that. Though the cement heart is a bigger heart than your average perfect heart, it reminds me that Jesus' love for us is huge. Though the cement heart has been through sleet, snow, winds, and hail, it still remains. Even with all Jesus has been through for us, He still loves us. What more perfect love is there than that?
1 Corinthians 13:4-7 says, "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." My cement heart isn't perfect, but it reminds me of a kind of love that is. Whose love do you put your trust in?
Kayla Joy
